Penny Sullivan flipped through the shopping bags, which mostly contained health foods for the elderly.
She felt relieved, but didn't forget to remind them, "You should pay more attention to my precious granddaughter. Seeing her unhappy today, how can I possibly enjoy Christmas?"
"..." Ella Lacey, as a mother, immediately felt the pressure.
It was undoubtedly her biggest responsibility if she couldn't take good care of Baby Wen.
Arthur Lindsey, however, smirked mischievously and reassured them, "Don't worry, my daughter will be fine by tomorrow morning."
"That would be great," Penny Sullivan's brows relaxed.
As they climbed the stairs,
Ella Lacey leaned over and whispered to Arthur Lindsey, "Arthur, I feel like the music box that Santa gave us has really caught our little Mosquito's fancy. She's been clutching the shards non-stop. Do you have any ideas?"
"Give her the Christmas gift she wants," Arthur Lindsey's lips curved up in a meaningful smile.
